Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.